chapter 182 Killing without a knife

There was a person standing alone at the entrance of Voyatalex Biology.

It was the brown wolf.

Dressed in black and with his hands behind his back, he faced the hundreds of people coming at him aggressively without changing his expression or any fluctuation in his eyes.

On the rooftop of the office building opposite the entrance, Zhuque was holding her breasts, standing in the wind, her long hair flying, her extremely beautiful face was as cold as ice, and her long...